Extravagance

The joy of everything is a plentiful indulgence and extravagance,

Sometimes not needed by beautiful to know and have with exuberance;

And everything is a blessing and a curse of hell for the over indulgence,

That the extravagance is too much for the average person to be above excellence.

Well we stress and we strain to strive for the exceeding extravagance,

Where pomp and ceremony is over the top of intelligence understanding;

And to really need it all we must wait and learn to do what is right,

For the fatal pursual of extravagance is seen in the truth and the light.

Now if everything was so glad there would be no need to know nothing,

And anything you want would be free for the taking of just something;

And cost of being cheap is a price not many people pay extravagantly,

But life is for the taking and asking if you do things extraneous.

Extravagance so rich just there if we will work so hard for it all,

That the beauty of the craftsmanship can be purchased for money on call;

And the answer to the question that is it really all allowed at all,

Is whether you can afford to own it or have to pay a lot to feel small.

So if you can expend the expense and indulge lavishly in extravagance,

Then you have earned the right to superiority of what is outlandishness;

For royal clothes are from God but you can give me something free,

For life is worth more than the sound of the word of poor little me.

Well take it and have it but there is really one hell of a price,

That you would do without all you have in that homely simple life;

For the show must go one with no expense to be spared to pay,

That extravagance is the cost of it all and it is heaven nearly all day.

Signed,

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